I got another haircut. And, much like the mullet of '01, I hate it. I have had only one good hair cut in my entire life...and of course it was the one no one noticed.
Random Stylists that I seem to gravitate toward, please pay attention:
- Stop digging the scissors into the back of my neck. If I bleed, it better be free.
- Quit asking me where I'm from. I'm not from Bosnia, Italy, or Nunavut. I'm from a faraway land called "I Really Need You To Shut The Hair Up."
- Do not pull my earring out of my ear and then not help me look for it.
- Leave my jugular alone.
- Stop wearing leg warmers.
and most importantly, never make me look like Ramona Quimby, Age 8 ever again.